Michael and I went to Ruby Tuesday last night for dinner. We had wanted to take the young couple who are our neighbors, but they had been painting all day, getting ready for new baby, and were exhausted. We had the best of everything for a night out--a 25% off your entire bill coupon and a gift card from a grateful guy to whom we returned a high school ring he lost over 40 years ago. (Gotta love Facebook.)
There we were, being served by a very competent and zaftig member of the wait staff. I started with the salad bar and was gravely disappointed at the lack of both black olives and beets. I was trying to show at least the appearance of eating healthy--which is difficult once you've looked at the nutrition charts on Ruby's site--but Michael decided to throw caution to the wind and order a burger that came with about six slices of apple-cured bacon. He also had fries and some overcooked sugar snap peas. My chicken quesadilla was quite good but decidedly NOT lo-cal or in any other way healthy. It was supposed to come with "homemade" pico de gallo, but instead came with an obviously jarred salsa. It was good, but there was too much of it and it certainly wasn't what I'd call freshly-made. We got a take-out box for about a quarter of what we had been served so that we would have room for their latest treats: cupcakes. We each had two, one red velvet and one carrot cake. Both were delicious, with nice textures and great icing. Our server told us that they don't make them there (surprise!). Probably the best thing we had was the strawberry iced tea--very refreshing, barely sweet, and unlimited refills.
It was nice to go out on a weekday with no special occasion, and the price was right.
We went home and watched a streaming netflix movie now that I have figured out how to hook my netbook up to the flatscreen TV. We saw Heaven Can Wait with Don Ameche. It was in the "classics" genre. We saw The Thirds Man a few days ago, also a classic. We liked both of them, tho Third Man was so dark on the screen it gave new meaning to "film noire." Heaven Can Wait was much lighter in every way, including being in color and featuring a charming Satan (Laird Cregar) whom everyone called "Your Excellency." If you're a fan of the lovely overbite actress Gene Tierney, this is a good one for you. Having grown up with a fierce overbite myself, and the total lack of self-esteem to go with it, I always felt uncomfortable watching her, imagining that casting her as a beautiful woman was some kind of mistake.Getting braces in my forties went a long way toward making me feel better about myself.
Lunch today will be two kinds of leftovers, from Wednesday night's dinner in and Thursday's dinner out. It's the start of the holiday weekend, and we have no plans, which is just the way we like it. We are, thus, available as guests for any holiday barbecues. (Just kidding--a little.)
Wherever you are and whoever you are, have a great weekend, and keep in mind the people overseas and those who died serving, whatever you think of the wars themselves. Too many have given too much for so little.
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